After landing at Heathrow, my hostess and friend had already taken me to dinner, ice cream, a walk around Leicester Square (where I saw my love), and a bit of other sightseeing in between. Here on the Tube, finally headed to her home in Ipswich, was the face of gleeful jet-lagged sensory overload. Look at those eyes.
How I miss London.
Happy Friyay, y’all.
I’m in love with Sherlock Holmes because of him. If you haven’t watched his incredible rendering of Sherlock…your reasons better be good. Like living in a cave and/or not owning a television good.
Here sits Benedict Cumberbatch: all those letters in his name, those eyes, that voice (go to YouTube and listen!)…
I saw him in real life in October of last year, having stumbled upon the premiere of Black Mass in Leicester Square during my first evening in London. I took about 70 pictures and at least two videos of him.
I’ll end there.